It’s been a busy few days!

On Valentine’s Day, Angel took me (and Lucas) to dinner at this Italian restaurant called Bravo.  Every Valentine’s Day that we have been together, he would always take me to this little place in Phoenix called “Aiello’s” that was amazing.  While this place was no Aiello’s, I love that Angel was sentimental enough to pick another Italian restaurant.  The food was great, the wine was good, and it as a great date night with my two boys- both smiling at me all night.

The last 3 days I’ve spent at the house painting bedrooms.  3 bedrooms, 4 paint colors, and 6 gallons of paint later, I can hardly move my arm because it hurts so badly but the rooms are more our taste now.  The bedrooms were painted interesting colors that just didn’t match our decor.  For instance, here is the before and after of what’s going to be my craft room (that I negotiated in the move):

We went back to finish up on Sunday because these…. bold? colors needed two coats of paint to cover.  On Sunday, Lucas decided it was the perfect opportunity to scream when we set him down.  He was screaming like we never give him attention, which I know for a FACT is false because I ambush him with kisses and cuddles often.  Hours and no progress later, he finally fell asleep:

In the bathroom, because that’s how we roll.

I went back this afternoon to finish putting the rooms back together because the movers come tomorrow morning to deliver our stuff from storage!!  I can’t wait to have my bed back.  I have turned into such a bed snob after sleeping on this crappy, small,  mattress with itchy sheets.   As it seems, Angel and I are incapable of sharing a bed smaller than King!  I’ve kicked him in my sleep, and he’s elbowed me in his, and our poor puppy isn’t sure where she fits so she takes her half out of the middle and I usually have some limb hanging off the side and into the baby’s rocker, which I literally have to crawl over to get in and out of bed.  These are what our sleeping arraignments look like in this glorious crap castle.

On the topic of sleep, my little munchkin has slept 8 to 8 1/2 hours a night for the last 3 nights!!!  I’m so excited that he’s not waking me up at 4am anymore, that I wake myself up and lay there for an hour to make sure he’s not waking up.  It’s a very efficient process.  If my internal alarm could just let me sleep, I would appreciate these 8 hours a heck of a lot more.  Instead, I wake up at 6 or 7 feeling like I took a hit directly to my chest and I can’t feed the baby fast enough.

At 7 this morning, I was so distracted by the fact that he was smiling at me that I hardly cared that he wouldn’t go back to sleep.  That’s a total lie, I’ll take sleep over smiles any morning when I don’t have coffee in the house.  And I don’t.  We ran out 48 hours ago, and they feel like a loooong 48 hours.  I don’t want to go get more, though, because tomorrow I plan on tearing into the kitchen boxes to find my Keurig machine and say “goodbye” to crappy ground coffee until our next stint in temporary, furnished housing.  I anticipate that to be 6 weeks after hell freezes over my dead body.

And because I talk about Lucas like the proud momma that I am (and it’s the internet and my blog so I would like to see someone stop me), here is your overdose of cuteness:

In other news, every Wednesday Angel has the opportunity to load up on Kellogg’s goodness from the employee store.  We usually talk on Tuesday night about what he’s going to get so that we can plot what we need and what we’re sending to friends.  Last week they were out of our usuals, so Angel came home with this gem, which is like a sugar high in a box (if that translated into: ah-mazing):

Do you see how awesome this is?!  It’s Fruit Loops with something like Lucky Charms marshmallows.  I’ve never seen these in stores, and that’s one of the awesome perks of Angel’s new job.  The other being that I get to spend 7 days a week in sweat pants with my poop machine if I feel like it.

And finally, happy 3 month birthday to my little man.  He’s growing up so fast and the time is flying by.  Mommy loves you!

Today, I had some amazing deliveries.

First, I ordered this iPhone case on sale at the Coach Factory store:

When I went to pick up that delivery in our Crap Castle office, there was a second package waiting for me:

My NEW computer!!!!  I’ve been rocking my work computer for years, and since I turn that sucker in when I travel to Arizona in March (see: ending employment to stay home with my poop machine), Angel got me a sweet new Ultrabook that I know nothing about, other than it’s sweet and looks pretty 🙂

I put the case on my phone, sent Angel a picture of the computer box, and just started to tear into the box with UPS rings my door buzzer to deliver a package.  Thinking it was Amazon diapers, I went to the door to get it and was surprised with this:

It’s the embroidery machine that I’ve  been eyeing for months but refused to buy because I thought it was too expensive to buy for myself.  So my awesomely awesome husband surprised me and got it for me!!  I had no idea he even knew which machine I was looking at, but he totally nailed it and I love him for being so thoughtful.

Short post tonight because it took me an hour to figure out where Internet Explorer on this computer is, and I’m overwhelmed with all of the new machines that I got today from my husband who thinks that I deserve them all.

He’s awesome ❤

Whatever, I’ll keep posting pictures, because in case you didn’t gather this from my previous post, hubby let me sleep until 11 today so I’m clearly not sleepy right now (and I’ll pay for this later).

My baby is growing up too quickly:

…Yet still so tiny

Lucas met Angel’s brother for the first time this weekend.  Miguel takes awesome photos.

Here are the ones that he shared from lunch today:

And we have arrived!  It was a loooooooong week but we’re all here (questionably) in one piece.

So first, the packers showed up, packed and loaded our entire house:

Please drive carefully

Which was pretty entertaining because the movers were from Grand Rapids, Michigan (45 minutes north of us) and had been gone for two weeks.  They were dying to get home, so I think there was an added motivation to get everything in boxes and onto the truck.  Towards the end of the packing of the van, the van driver was thinking the same thing that Angel and I thought: “is this really all going to fit?”  And the answer was: hardly.  There were probably at least 6 inches to spare, and the sweet folks from Atlas Van Lines are driving all of the way to Michigan with my stuff in their cab.  Our BBQ rode on top of our 60 inch TV (which I assume was broken by the time that they hit the highway).  And I have a number of Ikea furniture pieces that were completely dismantled into a pile of boards and a stack of screws.  So good luck to the people who deliver this from storage trying to identify what items these wood parts resemble but that’s totally not my problem and I’m just planning on having to replace those.

While all of this was going on, Molly was pretty concerned that she was going to get left behind:

While the packers were there loading the van on Wednesday, I got a phone call from a realtor who wanted to come by the house to look at it for her clients.  That night, the clients returned, we loved them, they’re from Portage, Michigan, and it’s just the two of them and a little Maltese dog.  So we successfully rented the house the day before we left town to someone from the tiny city that we are moving to.  Fate?

The next morning went my car:

Seriously, everyone drive carefully

And after my car left, literally everything that I owned was on a truck between Phoenix and my temporary housing complex in Battle Creek, Michigan (that I affectionately call our “Crap Castle”).

We flew out early the next morning with an infant and a dog.  We had so much stuff that Angel dropped me off at the airport and then went to return the rental car and meet me at the airport so we could check in.  Have you ever seen a woman sitting outside of security with a stack of suitcases, a baby in a stroller, and a puppy who is crying hysterically?  Well, neither had anyone else until Friday morning.

We made it all of the way to Detroit and were on our final approach when this little dude:

decided to blow out his diaper.  It’s bad enough trying to clean it all up when you’re at home, but when you’re on an airplane moving across the country, trying to clean it up in the airport added a whole new challenge.  It took 30 minutes, but I got it all cleaned up and then quickly told Angel that we can’t change any more diapers until we get to our Crap Castle because I don’t have any more wipes after using half of a container on one diaper change giving my 8 pound baby-with-an-attitude a diaper wipe bath.

We make it all of the way to our Crap Castle, have friends drive in for the weekend from Chicago, and the boys went to the Detroit auto show while Laura and I stayed in with the babies and went out to lunch.  This may be the first and last time that we plan a trip to Detroit because seriously, why else drive into that city?

I’m now in our Crap Castle and am reminded every 10-15 minutes why I am so grateful to have moved on from apartment living.  Our building has an inside hallway, and our poor puppy doesn’t understand that it’s “normal” to hear people walking up the stairs and walking right by our front door.  She’s also not used to people parking right outside of our window and all of these sounds make her bark like crazy every few minutes.  I can get past the noise if the people living above us didn’t start practicing their Stomp routine at midnight every night (seriously, every night) if I didn’t have to take my fur ball out to the bathroom in snow and freezing rain every few hours.  She’s not sure what snow is so my little princess just takes a few steps and then looks at me like “where the heater, mom?”

We’re getting settled.  Lucas got his first stuffed animal that he seems to love:

and overall I’m loving my Lucas time at home.  This afternoon, I had Lucas sitting on my lap while we watched tv and he thought that was a great time to blow out his diaper.  Seriously, it came right out the top and he may as well not had a diaper on at all.  At least this time we weren’t in an airport, and since he and I were both messy from this one, Lucas and mommy got in the bath together because his baby bathtub that would make this task easy is on a truck somewhere in this country.  Before I had kids, taking a bath with a poopy baby was gross.  But now when I’m here by myself it seems like the only solution to a poopy problem and I sort of love the naked baby cuddle time that follows:

Alrighty, it’s time for me to sign off so that I can start dinner before Angel gets home.  And Lucas is starting to scream, so I can only assume that means that he pooped on something else.

The title just about sums up my week.  I have so much to do with packers coming Monday and Tuesday and movers picking up everything Wednesday, so I spent the week at lunches and happy hours trying to say “goodbye” to everyone before I leave.  Naturally, I’ll never have time to see everyone who I want to, so to those who I miss: I hope that you all know how much you mean to me but understand that I just had too much going on with a cross country move and a 2 month old on my own.

This week, Lucas learned how to smile:

Which is awesome because after 2 months of my boss screaming at me I was looking for some small sign that I was doing it all right.

The smiles are also great to keep me from realizing how gross it is that my son blew out his diaper while we were running errands yesterday.  Who doesn’t love having to run home to change your shirt, your baby’s clothes, hose him down, and then wipe poop out of your car’s trunk?  All the while I’m muttering profanity that I’m going to have to fill the swear jar from, Lucas is sitting in his car seat looking at me and smiling.  I think he did it on purpose.  Well played.

This week my heart goes out to both single moms and parents of colic babies.  If you’re a single mom to a colic baby, then for the love of all that is Holy you should be entered into sainthood (however that works).

This was my first week without Angel and there were only 2 noteworthy meltdowns and Lucas did pretty well, too.

The first meltdown on both parties came when my poor little man decided to take food in, but stop sending it out via dirty diapers.  Yep, never thought I would have a post about poop and it’s importance, but there it is.  Welcome to motherhood.  On day 4, Lucas was screaming like the world was ending and looking at me with these horribly sad eyes like “Please help me, Mommy” and then “Why aren’t you helping me?!” which just tore my heart out and I started crying then too because my baby isn’t supposed to be an unhappy baby.  He’s supposed to be a baby who is learning how to smile.

So on Monday morning, I promptly called the pediatrician who was busy with flu season on a Monday morning who probably was thinking “okay, crazy lady” and then I mentioned that my baby has been screaming for 4 days and that’s apparently the magic word because they fit me in immediately and I got a 5 minute lecture about the importance of not shaking my baby from frustration.  I get it, but I feel like the moms who are trying to see the doctor when their baby isn’t feeling well aren’t the ones who you need to worry about.  It’s like passing out flyers about the importance of reading to your kids in the library.  Got it.  Wrong crowd.  So instead I laughed and then told the doctor about how clean my house is because it turns out that with my ipod earbuds in and the vacuum on I can’t hear a thing.  We call this practice “Mommy survival.”

But seriously, my house is spotless.

Meltdown two came when this lovely thing came in the mail:

I think it’s safe to assume that both the models and the editor of Victoria’s Secret Swim 2013 catalog sent me this because they hate babies and want postpartum moms to feel bad about themselves.  So instead I threw this sucker out without opening it and plowed through a bag of potato chips because it’s still sweater season and I think I can get another few months mileage out of the whole “I just had a baby” excuse.  I kid.  I really didn’t eat the whole bag.  But you know the other reason this catalog met its demise in my trash can without being opened?  Let’s discuss for a minute how I have boobs that start at my chin and have red warning flags hanging off of the ends so nothing hits them in traffic.  I probably couldn’t fit into anything not made for nursing at the moment, but that’s fine because nursing tops conveniently hide the stand that I’m attached to to keep myself from tipping over.

So now that I’ve covered two important topics: poop and boobs, let’s move onto the move.

Here’s the house that we’re renting in Michigan (photo as promised last post):

Did I mention the best part of this house already?  It comes with a weekly maid service.  Now I neither work nor clean the house.  It’s like I’ve died and am going to frozen heaven.  But in all seriousness, this just clears the way for me to spend more time with the most important men in my life and not feel guilty about how dirty my floors are so I should probably put the baby down, order takeout, and locate the Pinesol.  Now I get to cuddle with my little man longer, try that new recipe that I’ve had flagged in my cookbook for 3 years, and remind the maid about the spot on the floor where Lucas projectile vomited his breakfast.

Okay, so I’ve also gotten back into reading.  I’m on the 3rd book of the Harry Potter series, and I’ve also read the new Ellen DeGeneres book that she talks about every day on her show that I now tivo and watch every afternoon.  I’m only a few weeks away from soap operas and “Mommy and Me” groups.  But I’m totally not joking about the “Mommy and Me” groups because I already have a few leads lined up for Michigan.

And I still struggle with the fact that I have a Masters degree and I’m now discussing the importance of poop, but my new boss is pretty demanding so I don’t have much time to dwell on it.  Seriously, he’s a real slave driver who has outrageous demands at all hours of the day.

Speaking of, he’s sitting next to me crying for food so I should probably be a good mom and go put him to bed.

Cross your fingers for another 7 hour night of sleep (and quiet).  7 hours is winning the mom lottery.

You want pictures, too? Your loud “where are the baby photos!?” screaming thoughts can be heard from here.

Have no fear, I’m a proud mom who takes close to 100 photos and videos a day and is happy to share to anyone who asks.

Which you really didn’t. But again, this is the Internet and I’d like to see you stop me.

So…. wow.  It’s really been a month since I’ve had the baby?  Geeze.

In the last month I’ve done….. what have I done?  Besides keep this little man alive, but that’s a pretty big job I suppose.  He went in for his one month visit this week and is 7 pounds 3 ounces, and 19.5 inches long.  Which, I would like to point out, is STILL smaller than the average baby born right this second.  Don’t be fooled by his size, his lungs sound at least 20 years old when he’s screaming for food and the bottle warmer isn’t working fast enough and it’s 3am and sub zero in the house.  Not like that’s happened, or anything.

I can’t be witty, I haven’t slept in 5 weeks.  Please forgive me and pretend like there is an underlying humorous tone to this post.

In other rather important news, I can finally announce now that the Rivas Family will be relocating to Michigan!  We’ve known for a while, but since hubby and I work together and I was just starting to get paid to not work, we were a little mums-the-word on the move because I didn’t want them to have any reason to not pay me.  But anyway, now that the cat’s out of the bag, allow me to explain what’s going down in Rivas Town.

Angel was contacted by a head hunter off of Linked In who set him up with a Finance Manager interview at Kellogg’s (as in cereal).  Well Kellogg’s decided that they wanted him.  Badly.  So what we weren’t taking very seriously suddenly turned into an opportunity that we couldn’t pass up.  And by the way, this happened (start to finish) in about a week while I was about to pop.  So the hormones didn’t make anyone’s life easy to a nesting, extremely pregnant, woman who has the game changed in overtime.

But in my hormonal haze, I was thinking clearly enough to negotiate my stance with Angel: I’m only going if I can be a stay at home mom.  I’ve wanted to be a mom all along and I’ve been saying since day one that I want to stay home if we were financially able to.  Because of the offer and relocation package, we can keep our same lifestyle on only his salary so the door is open to me to either stay home or get a job or whatever I wanted.  I took door number one.  So what WAS my last day of work before maternity leave turned into my last day. Period.

We’ll be moving to Kalamazoo, Michigan, which is in the south west Michigan area equi distant between Detroit (eeewww) and Chicago (yaaaay) not far from the beach.

I’m putting a little gravel in my travel and turning this blog from a lifestyle blog, to a maternity blog, to now a stay at home mom blog.  And I’m going to have a lot to talk about now that I’m not working anymore! (And now that little man is getting into a routine, I’ll be able to actually post on my blog more often without interruption from meetings, managers, and whatever else is going on.  My new boss is 7 pounds, 3 ounces and a slave to me. Mwa-ha-ha-ha!

The journey begins when Lucas and I move Angel up to Michigan to start work on December 28th.  Surprise!